Mom’s Daily

My boy is now six years old and I suddenly realised that I no longer get worked up over developmental milestones anymore. Once upon a time, I used to make sure that he keeps up to the development or else I will be terribly worried.

Now, I no longer have to bother because he is such a lovely child with a very intelligent mind. Well, all mothers think their kids are geniuses, aren’t they?

Since the kids are now all grown up, I wonder if it is time for me to think about retiring and getting some nice apartments like this Westgate to live for the rest of my life?

Recently, during my son’s kindie sports day, I had a very bad sunburn. Now, I have a tan that is three shades darker than my usual skin tone. It is so frustrating because the lines between the dark and the fair skin is so obvious and I hate it when some of my blouses reveal the lines.

Now, I am so afraid of being expose further and often apply a thick layer of sun protection lotion to avoid it. I wonder if the sun or the chemicals can give me skin cancer like those harmful asbestos? Must ask Mesothelioma lawyers to find out.

If there is anything that we married women can get angry with, it is our in-laws. If you don’t have any parents-in-law who can set off the angry mode, probably you have some siblings-in-law to do that. I have not only one but seven of them. Lucky some of them are really nice to me. But some just make me want to strangle them.

I just found out something about them and I am so angry, I don’t think I need any appetite suppressant. I was so angry, I can’t even eat.

These days, I am awfully distracted. I waste time doing absolutely nothing and yet, achieved a million things at the end of the day.

I can’t pinpoint exactly what I have been doing except that I am really busy and my mind is constantly whirring at high speed. It is so hard to spend a moment of solutide with God because no matter how I try, I keep going back to thinking.

If only we can burn some calories by getting a mind workout. Then, one doesn’t even need Betastax to burn fats.

My apartment unit has been loaded with a lot of dogs and cats problems. Few days back, my poor kid stepped on dog’s poop and now, he won’t wear the same slipper again. No matter how I assured him that the slipper has been disinfected, he won’t wear the perfectly good pair.

Poor thing is so distraught with the accident, he is now afraid of walking in the grass. My hubby kicked up a big fuss with the apartment superintendent and hopes they do something about rearing animals in our apartment. Why can’t they keep their pets to themselves and get nice cat supplies instead of being a nuisance to people?